Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.